[{"id":19913299,"name":"Headz Are Reddee Pt. Ii","trackName":"Headz Are Reddee Pt. Ii","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"Boot Camp Clik's Greatest Hits: Basic Training","duration":301.244082,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R-U ready...(to my west coast headz come on)\nReady... all my headz are you ready\nand to my east coast headz come on\nR-U-ready... I say all my peoples are you ready\nand to my headz thats overseas\nI say are you ready\nall my people are you ready\n\n(Louieville)\nmuthafucka had it up to here,\nfrom my chest to my head\nwhen the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead\nI groove thru these pavements\nwe all together theres no slaveships\nso run these rebels that race this\nbe watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn\nhusk its the storm, I cock back\nrelax and drink the henne-vill slugga\nmy fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka\nshake em down for profound sound\npunk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up cuz...\n\n(Tek)\nthe escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala\nmove the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father\nI met shorty whop at a block dice game\nno words where exchanged, body language did its thang\nthink I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest\ntwist the back as soon as we hit the rest\nme tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom\nseductivly undressed as she layed across the room\nand cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said\nits been a long time lets see if your ready yet\n\nAll my peoples are you ready\nR-U.all my peopless are you ready\n\n(Steele)\nwe the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause\nI keep mine in yours for fallen off\nwhen sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you\nsoon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity\n\n(Rock)\nYo its on again,\nwack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in\nso I say all my peoples are you ready,\nare you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the\nsoldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be\nyou too late once we start we, nothin gets copy\nwhen squads meet, oh god we gon last\nwhen Im rockin you cant escape from me\nfrom the grass out the smash\nwe rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed\npunk you dont know the half and if you do\nthen maybe you can fuck wit me\nand my W-W-B-C-C\n\n(Starang)\noh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame\ntell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame\nso i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes\nnow that my swear is complete I got no time for games\n(I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto\nstickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto\nI play the background call me the head honcho\nout to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo\nI got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo\nme and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo\n\n(Top Dog)\nLife is a sound, we a de champions, the champions... yeeeeah\nlisten to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah\nfor de people dem, we have to be a little stronger\nall in all the Top Dog you will be wrong-\nto miss, the Storm on CD-Rom\ngivin you the bomb, big up to Tawl Sean\n\n(Ruck)\nFrom an unknown region, me and my legion\nnever believe in the evil ways of a heathen\nI breathe in, out improve on my physical\ntrees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual\nits critical when I belittle fools wit syllables\nI choose to use cuz yall niggas is pitiful\nits difficult to see whose ready\nNocoturnal journalist racin thru crews like Andretti\n\n(Buckshot)\nAs I come back on tracks\nput you in the mood to sit back and relax\nI hope you cop a swat cuz what I got rocks\nyour mind body and soul as I take control\nwhats the definition of Buck.Force\nI stayed away for 3 years but came back in the 4th\nto stand alone on the throne of course\nBuck be the boss, the rest gettin tossed\nTrue...\n\nBuckshot is here to stay you best believe it in\nnow you ready for what we got\ngotta give a big big-up\nto the whole conference all\nTigga, Tek and Sway, the Bay Boys in the place to be\nB double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy\nGotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan, The Representativz\nalways representin yall","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Headz Are Reddee Pt. Ii\n  artist: Boot Camp Clik\n  album: 'Boot Camp Clik''s Greatest Hits: Basic Training'\n  duration_ms: 301244\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  R-U ready...(to my west coast headz come on)\n  Ready... all my headz are you ready\n  and to my east coast headz come on\n  R-U-ready... I say all my peoples are you ready\n  and to my headz thats overseas\n  I say are you ready\n  all my people are you ready\n\n  (Louieville)\n  muthafucka had it up to here,\n  from my chest to my head\n  when the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead\n  I groove thru these pavements\n  we all together theres no slaveships\n  so run these rebels that race this\n  be watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn\n  husk its the storm, I cock back\n  relax and drink the henne-vill slugga\n  my fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka\n  shake em down for profound sound\n  punk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up cuz...\n\n  (Tek)\n  the escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala\n  move the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father\n  I met shorty whop at a block dice game\n  no words where exchanged, body language did its thang\n  think I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest\n  twist the back as soon as we hit the rest\n  me tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom\n  seductivly undressed as she layed across the room\n  and cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said\n  its been a long time lets see if your ready yet\n\n  All my peoples are you ready\n  R-U.all my peopless are you ready\n\n  (Steele)\n  we the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause\n  I keep mine in yours for fallen off\n  when sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you\n  soon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity\n\n  (Rock)\n  Yo its on again,\n  wack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in\n  so I say all my peoples are you ready,\n  are you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the\n  soldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be\n  you too late once we start we, nothin gets copy\n  when squads meet, oh god we gon last\n  when Im rockin you cant escape from me\n  from the grass out the smash\n  we rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed\n  punk you dont know the half and if you do\n  then maybe you can fuck wit me\n  and my W-W-B-C-C\n\n  (Starang)\n  oh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame\n  tell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame\n  so i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes\n  now that my swear is complete I got no time for games\n  (I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto\n  stickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto\n  I play the background call me the head honcho\n  out to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo\n  I got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo\n  me and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo\n\n  (Top Dog)\n  Life is a sound, we a de champions, the champions... yeeeeah\n  listen to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah\n  for de people dem, we have to be a little stronger\n  all in all the Top Dog you will be wrong-\n  to miss, the Storm on CD-Rom\n  givin you the bomb, big up to Tawl Sean\n\n  (Ruck)\n  From an unknown region, me and my legion\n  never believe in the evil ways of a heathen\n  I breathe in, out improve on my physical\n  trees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual\n  its critical when I belittle fools wit syllables\n  I choose to use cuz yall niggas is pitiful\n  its difficult to see whose ready\n  Nocoturnal journalist racin thru crews like Andretti\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  As I come back on tracks\n  put you in the mood to sit back and relax\n  I hope you cop a swat cuz what I got rocks\n  your mind body and soul as I take control\n  whats the definition of Buck.Force\n  I stayed away for 3 years but came back in the 4th\n  to stand alone on the throne of course\n  Buck be the boss, the rest gettin tossed\n  True...\n\n  Buckshot is here to stay you best believe it in\n  now you ready for what we got\n  gotta give a big big-up\n  to the whole conference all\n  Tigga, Tek and Sway, the Bay Boys in the place to be\n  B double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy\n  Gotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan, The Representativz\n  always representin yall\n"},{"id":32546098,"name":"Headz Are Reddee PT. II","trackName":"Headz Are Reddee PT. II","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"For The People","duration":298.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R-U ready...(to my west coast headz come on)\nReady... all my headz are you ready\nand to my east coast headz come on\nR-U-ready... I say all my peoples are you ready\nand to my headz thats overseas\nI say are you ready\nall my people are you ready\n\n(Louieville)\nmuthafucka had it up to here,\nfrom my chest to my head\nwhen the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead\nI groove thru these pavements\nwe all together theres no slaveships\nso run these rebels that race this\nbe watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn\nhusk its the storm, I cock back\nrelax and drink the henne-vill slugga\nmy fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka\nshake em down for profound sound\npunk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up cuz...\n\n(Tek)\nthe escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala\nmove the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father\nI met shorty whop at a block dice game\nno words where exchanged, body language did its thang\nthink I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest\ntwist the back as soon as we hit the rest\nme tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom\nseductivly undressed as she layed across the room\nand cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said\nits been a long time lets see if your ready yet\n\nAll my peoples are you ready\nR-U.all my peopless are you ready\n\n(Steele)\nwe the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause\nI keep mine in yours for fallen off\nwhen sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you\nsoon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity\n\n(Rock)\nYo its on again,\nwack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in\nso I say all my peoples are you ready,\nare you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the\nsoldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be\nyou too late once we start we, nothin gets copy\nwhen squads meet, oh god we gon last\nwhen Im rockin you cant escape from me\nfrom the grass out the smash\nwe rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed\npunk you dont know the half and if you do\nthen maybe you can fuck wit me\nand my W-W-B-C-C\n\n(Starang)\noh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame\ntell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame\nso i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes\nnow that my swear is complete I got no time for games\n(I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto\nstickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto\nI play the background call me the head honcho\nout to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo\nI got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo\nme and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo\n\n(Top Dog)\nLife is a sound, we a de champions, the champions... yeeeeah\nlisten to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah\nfor de people dem, we have to be a little stronger\nall in all the Top Dog you will be wrong-\nto miss, the Storm on CD-Rom\ngivin you the bomb, big up to Tawl Sean\n\n(Ruck)\nFrom an unknown region, me and my legion\nnever believe in the evil ways of a heathen\nI breathe in, out improve on my physical\ntrees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual\nits critical when I belittle fools wit syllables\nI choose to use cuz yall niggas is pitiful\nits difficult to see whose ready\nNocoturnal journalist racin thru crews like Andretti\n\n(Buckshot)\nAs I come back on tracks\nput you in the mood to sit back and relax\nI hope you cop a swat cuz what I got rocks\nyour mind body and soul as I take control\nwhats the definition of Buck.Force\nI stayed away for 3 years but came back in the 4th\nto stand alone on the throne of course\nBuck be the boss, the rest gettin tossed\nTrue...\n\nBuckshot is here to stay you best believe it in\nnow you ready for what we got\ngotta give a big big-up\nto the whole conference all\nTigga, Tek and Sway, the Bay Boys in the place to be\nB double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy\nGotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan, The Representativz\nalways representin yall","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Headz Are Reddee PT. II\n  artist: Boot Camp Clik\n  album: For The People\n  duration_ms: 298000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  R-U ready...(to my west coast headz come on)\n  Ready... all my headz are you ready\n  and to my east coast headz come on\n  R-U-ready... I say all my peoples are you ready\n  and to my headz thats overseas\n  I say are you ready\n  all my people are you ready\n\n  (Louieville)\n  muthafucka had it up to here,\n  from my chest to my head\n  when the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead\n  I groove thru these pavements\n  we all together theres no slaveships\n  so run these rebels that race this\n  be watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn\n  husk its the storm, I cock back\n  relax and drink the henne-vill slugga\n  my fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka\n  shake em down for profound sound\n  punk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up cuz...\n\n  (Tek)\n  the escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala\n  move the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father\n  I met shorty whop at a block dice game\n  no words where exchanged, body language did its thang\n  think I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest\n  twist the back as soon as we hit the rest\n  me tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom\n  seductivly undressed as she layed across the room\n  and cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said\n  its been a long time lets see if your ready yet\n\n  All my peoples are you ready\n  R-U.all my peopless are you ready\n\n  (Steele)\n  we the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause\n  I keep mine in yours for fallen off\n  when sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you\n  soon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity\n\n  (Rock)\n  Yo its on again,\n  wack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in\n  so I say all my peoples are you ready,\n  are you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the\n  soldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be\n  you too late once we start we, nothin gets copy\n  when squads meet, oh god we gon last\n  when Im rockin you cant escape from me\n  from the grass out the smash\n  we rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed\n  punk you dont know the half and if you do\n  then maybe you can fuck wit me\n  and my W-W-B-C-C\n\n  (Starang)\n  oh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame\n  tell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame\n  so i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes\n  now that my swear is complete I got no time for games\n  (I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto\n  stickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto\n  I play the background call me the head honcho\n  out to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo\n  I got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo\n  me and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo\n\n  (Top Dog)\n  Life is a sound, we a de champions, the champions... yeeeeah\n  listen to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah\n  for de people dem, we have to be a little stronger\n  all in all the Top Dog you will be wrong-\n  to miss, the Storm on CD-Rom\n  givin you the bomb, big up to Tawl Sean\n\n  (Ruck)\n  From an unknown region, me and my legion\n  never believe in the evil ways of a heathen\n  I breathe in, out improve on my physical\n  trees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual\n  its critical when I belittle fools wit syllables\n  I choose to use cuz yall niggas is pitiful\n  its difficult to see whose ready\n  Nocoturnal journalist racin thru crews like Andretti\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  As I come back on tracks\n  put you in the mood to sit back and relax\n  I hope you cop a swat cuz what I got rocks\n  your mind body and soul as I take control\n  whats the definition of Buck.Force\n  I stayed away for 3 years but came back in the 4th\n  to stand alone on the throne of course\n  Buck be the boss, the rest gettin tossed\n  True...\n\n  Buckshot is here to stay you best believe it in\n  now you ready for what we got\n  gotta give a big big-up\n  to the whole conference all\n  Tigga, Tek and Sway, the Bay Boys in the place to be\n  B double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy\n  Gotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan, The Representativz\n  always representin yall\n"},{"id":11976680,"name":"Headz Are Reddee Pt. II","trackName":"Headz Are Reddee Pt. II","artistName":"Boot Camp Clik","albumName":"Still For the People","duration":309.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"R-U ready...(to my west coast headz come on)\nReady... all my headz are you ready\nand to my east coast headz come on\nR-U-ready... I say all my peoples are you ready\nand to my headz thats overseas\nI say are you ready\nall my people are you ready\n\n(Louieville)\nmuthafucka had it up to here,\nfrom my chest to my head\nwhen the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead\nI groove thru these pavements\nwe all together theres no slaveships\nso run these rebels that race this\nbe watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn\nhusk its the storm, I cock back\nrelax and drink the henne-vill slugga\nmy fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka\nshake em down for profound sound\npunk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up cuz...\n\n(Tek)\nthe escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala\nmove the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father\nI met shorty whop at a block dice game\nno words where exchanged, body language did its thang\nthink I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest\ntwist the back as soon as we hit the rest\nme tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom\nseductivly undressed as she layed across the room\nand cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said\nits been a long time lets see if your ready yet\n\nAll my peoples are you ready\nR-U.all my peopless are you ready\n\n(Steele)\nwe the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause\nI keep mine in yours for fallen off\nwhen sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you\nsoon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity\n\n(Rock)\nYo its on again,\nwack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in\nso I say all my peoples are you ready,\nare you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the\nsoldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be\nyou too late once we start we, nothin gets copy\nwhen squads meet, oh god we gon last\nwhen Im rockin you cant escape from me\nfrom the grass out the smash\nwe rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed\npunk you dont know the half and if you do\nthen maybe you can fuck wit me\nand my W-W-B-C-C\n\n(Starang)\noh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame\ntell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame\nso i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes\nnow that my swear is complete I got no time for games\n(I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto\nstickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto\nI play the background call me the head honcho\nout to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo\nI got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo\nme and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo\n\n(Top Dog)\nLife is a sound, we a de champions, the champions... yeeeeah\nlisten to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah\nfor de people dem, we have to be a little stronger\nall in all the Top Dog you will be wrong-\nto miss, the Storm on CD-Rom\ngivin you the bomb, big up to Tawl Sean\n\n(Ruck)\nFrom an unknown region, me and my legion\nnever believe in the evil ways of a heathen\nI breathe in, out improve on my physical\ntrees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual\nits critical when I belittle fools wit syllables\nI choose to use cuz yall niggas is pitiful\nits difficult to see whose ready\nNocoturnal journalist racin thru crews like Andretti\n\n(Buckshot)\nAs I come back on tracks\nput you in the mood to sit back and relax\nI hope you cop a swat cuz what I got rocks\nyour mind body and soul as I take control\nwhats the definition of Buck.Force\nI stayed away for 3 years but came back in the 4th\nto stand alone on the throne of course\nBuck be the boss, the rest gettin tossed\nTrue...\n\nBuckshot is here to stay you best believe it in\nnow you ready for what we got\ngotta give a big big-up\nto the whole conference all\nTigga, Tek and Sway, the Bay Boys in the place to be\nB double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy\nGotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan, The Representativz\nalways representin yall","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Headz Are Reddee Pt. II\n  artist: Boot Camp Clik\n  album: Still For the People\n  duration_ms: 309000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  R-U ready...(to my west coast headz come on)\n  Ready... all my headz are you ready\n  and to my east coast headz come on\n  R-U-ready... I say all my peoples are you ready\n  and to my headz thats overseas\n  I say are you ready\n  all my people are you ready\n\n  (Louieville)\n  muthafucka had it up to here,\n  from my chest to my head\n  when the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead\n  I groove thru these pavements\n  we all together theres no slaveships\n  so run these rebels that race this\n  be watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn\n  husk its the storm, I cock back\n  relax and drink the henne-vill slugga\n  my fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka\n  shake em down for profound sound\n  punk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up cuz...\n\n  (Tek)\n  the escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala\n  move the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father\n  I met shorty whop at a block dice game\n  no words where exchanged, body language did its thang\n  think I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest\n  twist the back as soon as we hit the rest\n  me tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom\n  seductivly undressed as she layed across the room\n  and cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said\n  its been a long time lets see if your ready yet\n\n  All my peoples are you ready\n  R-U.all my peopless are you ready\n\n  (Steele)\n  we the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause\n  I keep mine in yours for fallen off\n  when sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you\n  soon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity\n\n  (Rock)\n  Yo its on again,\n  wack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in\n  so I say all my peoples are you ready,\n  are you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the\n  soldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be\n  you too late once we start we, nothin gets copy\n  when squads meet, oh god we gon last\n  when Im rockin you cant escape from me\n  from the grass out the smash\n  we rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed\n  punk you dont know the half and if you do\n  then maybe you can fuck wit me\n  and my W-W-B-C-C\n\n  (Starang)\n  oh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame\n  tell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame\n  so i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes\n  now that my swear is complete I got no time for games\n  (I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto\n  stickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto\n  I play the background call me the head honcho\n  out to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo\n  I got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo\n  me and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo\n\n  (Top Dog)\n  Life is a sound, we a de champions, the champions... yeeeeah\n  listen to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah\n  for de people dem, we have to be a little stronger\n  all in all the Top Dog you will be wrong-\n  to miss, the Storm on CD-Rom\n  givin you the bomb, big up to Tawl Sean\n\n  (Ruck)\n  From an unknown region, me and my legion\n  never believe in the evil ways of a heathen\n  I breathe in, out improve on my physical\n  trees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual\n  its critical when I belittle fools wit syllables\n  I choose to use cuz yall niggas is pitiful\n  its difficult to see whose ready\n  Nocoturnal journalist racin thru crews like Andretti\n\n  (Buckshot)\n  As I come back on tracks\n  put you in the mood to sit back and relax\n  I hope you cop a swat cuz what I got rocks\n  your mind body and soul as I take control\n  whats the definition of Buck.Force\n  I stayed away for 3 years but came back in the 4th\n  to stand alone on the throne of course\n  Buck be the boss, the rest gettin tossed\n  True...\n\n  Buckshot is here to stay you best believe it in\n  now you ready for what we got\n  gotta give a big big-up\n  to the whole conference all\n  Tigga, Tek and Sway, the Bay Boys in the place to be\n  B double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy\n  Gotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan, The Representativz\n  always representin yall\n"}]